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Subject: {ASSM} The Unraveling (MF MM anal humil rape magic)
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Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2005 17:10:02 -0500
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THE UNRAVELING
by Carlos Malenkov
Word Count: 1352
Copyright (c) 2005 by Carlos Malenkov
Posting and archiving rights granted to ASSM. All other rights reserved.



'Twas such a clever trap. But then, he was such a clever fellow,
he was. Bumboy he was, apprentice to the most renowned sorceror in
all the many lands, and betimes bum boy to him as well. Yet he alone,
with no assistance whatsoever, had contrived this particularly clever
deadfall. Master would surely be pleased.

The strands of the web thrummed and vibrated. The trap had made a capture,
all right. But, who then had fallen victim?

At the very center of the convoluted spiral of sticky threads, the
captive slowly writhed, his face contorted in agony. Hunched over him,
the slavering spider-daemon delicately probed with extended mandibles,
fastidiously tasting of the exposed flesh, nibbling at the very soul
and essence that animated the hopelessly enmeshed body.

Why, it was none other than Hiero, despicable antagonist of the Master.
Hiero, fugleman and guiding force of the Opposition, that nefarious
faction striving to overthrow the benign Ruling Order by means foul and
hideous. Hiero, whom Bumboy would lovingly deliver to the tender mercies
of Him whom he served.

"Down, Arachne girl. Back off! Such meat is not for the likes of thee
and me. It is for the Master to eat."

The spider reared up, spit a stream of corrosive venom harmlessly
skyward, then abruptly scuttled away into the darkness. Bumboy unraveled
the paralyzed captive from the binding strands and emplaced him in
a contrivance painstakingly prepared for exactly such a purpose. He
was just finishing trussing up Hiero when a thunderclap heralded the
appearance of the Master.

"Indeed am I pleased, pleased with my sweet little Bumboy. And presently
will I give a fitting demonstration of my pleasure, but first we must deal
with that one." The Master indicated the trembling figure bent over in a
kneeling posture in the bondage frame. "Meanwhile, observe -- and learn."

"Ah, my dear Hiero," the Master purred. "What an unexpected pleasure. We
have so much to talk about. But, before that . . .

"Pull down his pantaloons and underdrawers, my good Bumboy. Yes, all the
way down. And raise up the rump -- hmm, perhaps a bit higher, and spread
apart the thighs more. Good fellow. Now step back and feast thy eyes."

The Master gloated at the sight of the Antagonist's exposed bare buttocks
gleaming pale white in the flickering candlelight.

"_Listen and despair, Hiero._ Now we commence the Ceremony of
Interrogation. Despite your utmost attempts at resistance, you will
presently give up to me the secrets you bear. All of them."

The Master unlaced his codpiece, and revealed a monstrously large erect
organ. "The green stoneware jar on yonder shelf, Bumboy -- fetch it. And
quickly! Now, anoint me copiously with the emolument within."

The Master's purple-veined battering ram halted momentarily at the
threshold of the prisoner's puckered up bum hole, as if in anticipation,
only to press forward inexorably, then slowly disappear into the darkness
within. Hiero shuddered with pain and humiliation as the massive column
of ravaging flesh forced its way into him.

A sudden violent heave, and the hapless captive was fully impaled on the
Master's Staff of Power. Faint wails of anguish escaped Hiero's throat
as the Master lunged savagely forward, withdrew partway, paused briefly,
only to thrust himself yet again into the distended red-rimmed hole
between the pitifully shivering buttocks.

Hiero's wits must certainly have been unraveling as the magic robbed
him of his innermost thoughts and secrets, of the accumulated lore of
untold generations of wizards. A torrent of unspoken words and images
wrested from the distant recesses of his skull traversed the path of flesh
through his sinews and guts and up into the spear furiously fucking his
fundament. The ritual rape was draining Hiero of his power, ripping away
his very mind and gradually and deliberately reducing his mentation to
the level of a lowly nightsoil drudge. The Master's frenzied thrusts
and grunts reminded Bumboy of those of a wild boar prodding his prey
with a long, slimy tusk.

With a triumphant screech of sated lust, the Master collapsed onto the
bony back of his ravished enemy. The pungent odors of carnal rapture
mingled with the faint reek of ordure from Hiero's violated bunghole. The
captured sorceror had been throroughly banged, boffed and buggered,
and the secrets he bore thoroughly ransacked.

"Dispose of this stinking offal. Out with it."

Bumboy dragged the emaciated body of the once-powerful wizard down
the long and winding stairway into the dank depths of the dungeon. The
wretch would likely not survive the night, and his lifeless corpse would
be tossed onto the refuse heap the following morning.

_What was that?_ A faint whisper? Hiero was mouthing garbled words.

"Tanjira . . . true . . . true name. Remember! It holds power . . ."

Tanjira? What in the twenty-three Gehennas could that mean?


Later that evening, Bumboy received his reward.

"Come hither."

"Yes, Master."

"Disrobe. Now, prostrate thyself on hands and knees."

"I await your ministrations, Master."

"Thou art a good and faithful servant, verily. And I will therefore gift
thee with my flesh, though gently, gently -- quite contrary to that which
Hiero received."

"With deepest gratitude, I humbly thank the Master."

It was indeed somewhat pleasurable receiving those ministrations. The
Master had magicked his member down to more pleasing proportions, in
order that its travels within Bumboy's bum caressed and aroused, rather
than tore and pillaged, as had been the case with hapless Hiero. Bumboy,
no stranger to such attentions, felt his own lust rising as the tickle
within him kindled first to a flame, then a raging conflagration. At
the very moment of his crisis, something impelled him to cry out --
what?

"Tanjira!"

_"No!!!"_

The Master shrieked in dismay. And then it began.

A violent cascade of unspoken words, images, sensations, and feelings
came flooding forth into Bumboy's viscera, coursing upward through his
veins and sinew and flesh . . .  and into his psyche. What? How? It was
like unto the Ceremony of Interrogation, but somehow inverted, with the
mind of the Master being ravished and drained and . . .

. . . and Bumboy relived the Master's entire life widdershins from the
present -- the time of maturity, then the foregone years, the learning
of all the various arcane wisdoms, and the investiture into wizardry
and power, and before that. . . . Why, the Master had been . . . had
been born . . . female. _Female?_

The member buried deep in Bumboy's hind parts shrank, then disappeared
entirely from within him. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw the
Master's form _shimmer_, then slowly melt into . . . into that of a
_maiden_, a lovely fair creature of perhaps only eighteen summers. A
maiden whose visage in some uncanny manner somewhat resembled that of
the Master.  And then Bumboy _knew_.

He spoke once more: "Tanjira."

"Why . . . yes. I believe I am she. But, I must humbly beg your pardon,
for my mind seems dreadfully beclouded. I have no memory of having come
into this place. And who might you be, kind sir?"

"None other than thy owner, wench, and in truth, a great sorceror of
the realm, but thou needest fear naught if thou but obey. Address me as
_Master_."

It was all clear to him now. If Tanjira was the former Master's True
Name, then its utterance had regressed Master back to his True Form.
(_Born a woman, imagine that!_) And if Hiero had sinister motives for
whispering the fateful secret -- perhaps to hasten the downfall of the
Master -- well then, now Bumboy had the power here. But he was no longer
Bumboy. He would henceforth style himself _Boombai_, a name that would
endure forever and instill fear in his enemies. (_The Master is dead,
long live the Master._) There remained but one small item of business
to take care of.

"Come hither, fair Tanjira. Get on hands and knees in the position of
obeisance -- ah yes, with limbs wide spread. Now, raise that bountiful
bum into the air."

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